This blog is not filled with angst, but of sadness.

I have a lot of sadness for the following people:

Idiots.

Biggots.

Ignorent Bastards.

People incapable of intellegent thought.

People who don't question.People who can't keep promises.

People who don't own up to what they've done.

Hypocrites.

People whose lives are based on fear.

People who can't think for themselves and let other people think for them.

People who care more about getting high then taking care of their body.

People who value one person's life above another.

People who block out all thoughts of reason.

People who value one kind of person more than another.

People who base our leaders off of faith rather than trust.

Followers.

People who believe that death is a solution rather than a tragedy.

People who hate based on assumptions.

People who judge due to outward appearance.

People who jump to conclusions.

People who refuse to live life to its fullest.

People who don't care about the enviorment because they'll be 'saved'.

People who trust their leaders out of instinct.

People who do certian things to fit in.

People who do certian things because it's a trend.

People who preach things they don't understand.

People who refuse to mature.

People who refuse to open their eyes to the real world.

People who choose to remain in the dark about situations.

People who shelter other people from the truth.

People who trust without reason.People who trust without thought.

People who trust without research.

People who trust without consideration and reconsideration.

People who think of themselves as more important than others.

People who hate due to sexual orientation, race, or gender.

People who believe that war is the only way to solve problems.

People who believe that peace is an impossible goal.

People who refuse to work together.

People who believe faith over science.

People who think that their opinions are more important than someone else's.

People who don't think that a human life is important.

People who waste their lives worrying about what will happen after they die.

People who wrongly accuse based off of assumptions.

People who judge.

I just watched Religulous. This is where that came from. xo

Since I'm a copycat...

I want to do a Ross-style A-Z Music Alphabet.

Starting with A, though.

A: AFI, The Academy Is...

B: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Billy Talent

C: Cobra Starship, The Clash, The Cab,

D: Death Cab for Cutie

E: Elton John

F: Flobots, Fall out Boy, Franz Ferdinant, The Foo Fighters

G: Green Day, Gallows

H: The Hush Sound

I: Interpartysystem

J: Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, John Mayer, John Lennon, Jack's Mannequin

K: Katy Perry

L: Leathermouth, Lily Allen, Ludo

M: My Chemical Romance, Mindless Self Indulgence, Marcy Playground, MGMT

N: Nirvana

O: The Offspring

P: Panic At The Disco, Pink Floyd, Placebo, The Plain White T's

Q: Queen, Queens of the Stoneage

R: Radiohead, Rise Against, The Rolling Stones, The Ramones

S: Smashing Pumpkins, Say Anything, Sex Pistols, Single File

T: Thenewno2, Taking Back Sunday

U: U2, The Used

V: The Velvet Underground

W: Weezer, The White Stripes

X: ?

Y: Yellowcard (kind of)

Z: The Zombies

#: 3OH!3

Slumdog Millionaire.

So, I wrote this review for Mibba, but I think I'll post it here anyways.

For a very long time, Americans have thought that they understood India through their image of the bright, vibrant colors and outrageous dance sequences of Bollywood, and through the glimpses of it on TV. But few ever really understand the true essence and feel of the real India. My father grew up in India, and though he wasn’t a slumdog, he knew that the flashy Bollywood scenes were just a part of the vast culture of that flavorful country. When I went to see Slumdog Millionaire for the first time a few weeks ago, truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect. I had only traveled to India when I was very little, only a few months old, so even I didn’t fully understand the country of my heritage.
Well, I was completely blown away. The entire movies has you gripping the arm rests, and practically falling out of your seat. Danny Boyle captured the true India, from the slums of Mumbi, to the riches of the Taj Mahal.
This movie deserved every award it won at the Oscars, including best Motion Picture. It is a masterpiece. Every single camera angel in the entire film took a lot of artistic thought. The colors, the lighting, everything was made to perfection, and this movie was only made on 12,000,000 Dollars. Now this may seem like a lot, but when you compare it with how much money other movies take to make, it’s nothing.
In this movie you follow the 18 year old Protagonist, Jamal Malik from the time he was just a small slum from the worst poverty in Mumbi, to where he’s sitting in a chair in front of millions of viewers, about to win 20,000,000 Rupees.
In the beginning, he’s being tortured by the police because they’re convinced that he cheated. Then, after finally deciding to talk, he explains how each question was lined up like it was meant to be, and he just happened to know every single answer. He explains the life of him and his older brother Salim, and the love of his life, Latika.
A) He cheated,B) He's lucky, C) He's a genius, D) It is written.

:) I hate this feeling.

The feeling of being alone.

Bleh.

Well, oh well.

I'm watching the Mask right now, but I really need to get ahold of my Lauraaa and go see The Watchmen. I want to see it so bad right now.

But, then again, Austin Powers in Goldmember is on next... so maybe I'll wait.

I've been totally ditched.

s'okay.

I guess.

:)

Haha, my mom's a genius.

So, she went to the play tonight trying to figure out who my 'senior crush' was. Haha, so when we got home...

"So... Hat?"

"Yep."

"Feather?"

"Nope."

"UH! Damn... well... you're not into facial hair."

".....................well."

"OHHH. He's cute."

:) Mommy, I love you.

Well, probably seeing the Watchmen tomorrow. And MAYBE Slumdog? I dunno..

g'night.

You know, I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind!

Illness. It really sucks. You know what sucks worse about it?

In CO we have this fucked up thing called 'CSAP'. It's like a giant test, and it's pointless. Part of Bush's 'No Child Left Behind' bullshit. So, I took the math part on Monday, and I was absent Tuesday because I feel like I'm about to see the light. Then today, i was also sick, but I had to go to school. So I had to be stuck in this awfully small 'library confrence' room for 4 hours and do the part of the test that I missed. Then, at 1:00, they made me go back and do the part that I missed today. So, I ended up doing 2 entire CSAP sessions in ONE day, and the whole time I felt like I was going to barf up a lung.

I have a fever, and I bet I have all day. I love how everyone's just noticing these things. I need a doctor.... nevermind. Doctors are overpriced and overrated. They don't help. I'll tough it.

Good news: Sophomores still have to test tomorrow, and we don't, so I get to sleep in until 10:00. When you're sick, this is a major advantage.

Other good news: I get to miss piano again today. Don't get me wrong, I adore music, but my teacher sometimes... reminds me of, well, Hitler. I've been gone for two weeks, and she's going to pop a screw because instead of learning the 'Ann Bach' crap I was supposed to practice, I've been teaching myself 'Moonlit Sonata' by Beethoven. Much better.

If there are any typos in this post, I apologize already. I cannot think when my head feels like it weights 1000 tons.

My orchestra teach is also going to kill me because I'm missing rehersal for Pit Orchestra for Once Upon a Mattress tonight. :( Damnit, that means I also don't get to see _____________.

A nice night of rest is what I need. I think I'll go check twitter and NDP and shit now. xo

And listen to the Music of the Night...

I just saw the Broadway production of Phantom of the Opera, and it was SPECTACULAR. Dear lord, I don't think I've ever seen a better production... and I saw Julie Taymore's Lion King. Jesus.

In other news...

___________ spoke to me. He bumped into me and said 'excuse me'. I think I almost fainted, but I held it together until I got to my locker.

Branden Urine has a GIRLFRANN. Exciting, yuhh? She looks like Katy Perry.

My dad is downstairs singing strange music. My uncle is not an illegal immigrint anymore. I love granola. Csap starts tomorrow. The play ends next weekend. I FINALLY think I like someone more than just a crush, but I'm too much of a wussie to do shit about it. I realy want to watch Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist again. I wish my mommy would take me to Slumdog Millionaire... again.

So yes.